Triple Time by Regina Kyle Page B

That’s fantastic. You’d make a great district attorney. New York would be lucky to have you.”
    â€œThanks.” Aside from Holcomb—and Devin—he hadn’t told anyone his plans, not even his family. Cade’s support meant more to him than Holcomb’s. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t get him any votes. “But they won’t have me if I don’t get my boss’s endorsement. He wants me to be more relatable. A man of the people. That’s where Devin comes in.”
    â€œWhat’s she going to do? Turn you into some sort of political puppet?”
    â€œNot exactly. Just loosen me up a bit.”
    â€œYou know, there are professionals who do that kind of stuff. Image consultants, I think they’re called. The captain brought one in to help the department deal with the backlash from that moron Frazier’s sexist tweets.”
    â€œYeah, I thought about calling one of them. But then I met up with Devin, and she offered to help
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so...” Whatever lame excuse he was about to give got mercifully swallowed up by the cheers of the crowd as Teixeira stole second.
    â€œHave it your way.” Cade shrugged and turned back to the game. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. That girl is trouble.”
    Right
, Gabe thought as he tried to pay attention to what was going on down on the field.
Now where I have heard that before?
    * * *
    â€œH ERE .” D EVIN DRAGGED Gabe into her apartment and thrust a pile of clothes at him. Blue Converse low-tops, faded jeans and a gray Pogues T-shirt. “Put these on.”
    Gabe checked the tags. “How’d you know what sizes I wear?”
    â€œHolly.” Devin gave herself a mental gold star for resourcefulness.
    Gabe blinked. “You called her in Istanbul?”
    â€œIt was a fashion emergency.” Devin pushed him toward the open bathroom door. “Now get your butt in there and put them on. We’ve got places to go and people to see.”
    â€œYes, ma’am.” He shot her a smile that could have powered the entire northeast grid, stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
    She sagged against the wall and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She needed this to work better than her last brilliant idea. Gabe would probably bail on their arrangement if she screwed up again. And without him, her chances of finding Victor were next to nil.
    She’d been patient, not wanting to bug Gabe for information about her brother. But it had been over a week. A little push wouldn’t hurt, would it?
    â€œAny word on Victor?” She bit her lip and waited for his answer.
    â€œNot yet.” His voice carried through the closed door. “I found his caseworker, but she hasn’t returned any of my calls. If I don’t hear from her by Monday, I’ll...damn.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” She moved to the door.
    â€œThese jeans are a little tight.”
    She barely suppressed a guffaw. “That’s how they’re supposed to be.”
    â€œMy underwear is bunching up.”
    â€œThen take them off.” She licked her lips, imagining him gloriously naked under all that blue denim. “It’ll be our little secret.”
    She hoped to hell the rustling behind the door meant he was following her instructions.
    â€œUh, what should I do with these things?” he asked a minute later. “And the rest of my clothes?”
    Jackpot.
    â€œJust throw them in the hamper in the closet. I’ll wash them for you. Consider it your reward for being a good sport.” Not to mention insurance she’d see him again. Were guys as attached to their boxers as women were to their thongs?
    The bathroom door creaked open and Gabe strode out with all the confidence of a runway model.
    â€œDo I pass muster?” He did a slow turn for her inspection.
    Pass? He’d gone straight to the head of the mother-loving class.
    She’d gawked at him in